benjamin.james

The whip cracked. Someone screamed in agony. It was time to wake up. There was no way of knowing when the Keepers would come into the barn to rouse their Thralls, it changed daily.  "Up!"  This

He didn't have a home. He never stopped riding. He didn't have a destination.

It is cool, though the sun shines. A million pieces I can see and off the whole thing I can’t know but I know what I know and I speak it forth and she She. She listens and smiles. This she calls love.

I Got High With My Mom This Story is Probably Fiction I never had a very positive relationship with my mom. We always seemed to be arguing about one thing or another. Neither one of us trusted the other...